A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the new year, I teased a puppy who could last five minutes through the glass outside the pet shop before moving on again.

There are many restaurants on this road, big and small, all in style, very lively.

As he walked, he habitually leaned to the side of the road in the first year of the junior high. Without Yan Hang, no one would drag him out of the wall. He could only pay attention to himself.

In fact, he hasn't left like this for a long time. Now maybe it's because of the new environment. Even though he has watched it countless times on the real map, when he is in it, he still knows that this is a place he has never been, around It's a completely different style from his previous living environment.

It’s a lot more prosperous here than home. The shops on both sides are also very western. People who come and go look very fashionable. Of course, the main track of his activities is from home to school. He didn't know whether other places were foreign or rustic.

Anyway, he is quite earthy.

Especially when compared with Yan Hang, it is obvious.

There were a lot of things turning in his mind in the first year of junior high. Some were turning involuntarily, and some were turning deliberately. He didn't dare to let his mind idle. He had to think about something.

Because I walked another 30 meters, I went to Xiao Li’s barbecue.

Now he and Xiao Li are separated by three clothing stores, a milk tea shop, a bakery, and...I can’t remember.

20 meters left?

Ten meters?

When Xiao Li's grilled red door face suddenly appeared in front of him, he was startled.

How come there!

He lowered his head swiftly, and pressed behind a tree.

After finishing this proficient movement, he looked at the bark in front of him, feeling a little inexplicable.

Fortunately, the sky is getting darker now, and no one should notice him.

So he walked out from behind the tree again and stood by the tree and looked in.

Business in the shop is pretty good, and the tables are almost full.

In order to confirm, he looked up at the words on the signboard on the first day of the new year. That's right, this is it.

His heart was beating quickly.

When I looked into the store again, I subconsciously started searching.

After sweeping the people at each table twice, he let out a sigh of relief.

Yan Hang was not inside.

He walked a few steps aside and looked up.

This is it. When Yan Hang took that photo, it was from this angle.

This place is near the door. It should be after eating, come out and take out the phone, or maybe hold the phone all the time, then raise the phone, click.

The first couple took a picture of the signboard.

It was very similar to that of Yan Hang, he smiled.

"Brother, do you have barbecue?" someone asked next to him.

Chuyi was taken aback, and quickly raised his head and took a look. An uncle was standing in front of him, wearing an apron with the words "Xiao Li BBQ" printed on it.

"...No," a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school, "I don't, no..."

"Just take pictures and not eat?" The uncle looked at him.

"Wait for someone," said the first day of the month, "take a picture, a photo report, and an address."

"How good is it to post a positioning directly," the uncle smiled, "Young people don't even know this?"

"I'm wearing it, more and more," said the first day, "it's not suitable yet, adapt."

The uncle smiled and walked into the store: "Come in first and sit and wait. After a while, the table will be full."

There was only a moment of hesitation.

He followed him into the store on the first day of the junior high school, found a small table and sat down.

It's time for dinner. Although having a barbecue for dinner is a bit too expensive for him, it is not every day, just this one.

When ordering food, the uncle asked: "Aren't you waiting for friends?"

"Something comes, no more." said the first day.

The uncle looked at him twice, and sighed with an expression that I understand you well: "The current little man is not so easy to chase."

"...Ah." Junior One didn't know how to answer, so he nodded in cooperation.

"It's okay," the uncle still knew very well, "Don't give up, try another appointment."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school continued to cooperate.

In theory, any barbecue should be the same.

But maybe it was the seafood that Yan Hang came to eat at the beginning of today's barbecue. In short, the barbecue at this restaurant was particularly delicious.

Perhaps he was the only person in the store eating barbecue alone. The uncle sympathized with him, and even came to sit with him for a while and wanted to give him beer.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was very moved and refused. When he left after eating, the uncle shouted to him: "Come again, brother."

Will come again, and will come again tomorrow.

On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to keep squatting outside the store. Yan Hang likes to eat supper. He might come at night, but he hasn't found his bedding. If he doesn't buy it now, he will have to sleep on the bed at night.

He can only rush back first.

But he was not in a hurry. It has been a year since the day Yan Hang left, and he has been very calm about finding Yan Hang.

I stood on the bus on the first day of the junior high school, looking at the dark sky and the lights out the window.

And he didn't think about what to do when he found Yan Hang. His only thought was to find Yan Hang.

Just like those who are addicted to secret love, just addicted to the process.

Once the result appears, it may be at a loss.

...What kind of ghost love?

There is a small supermarket at the entrance of the school. I was a little worried in the first year of the junior high school. I was afraid that I couldn't buy the bedding. I got out of the car and strolled down the road. I found that I was really dirty.

Not to mention supermarkets, even the small shops have signs hanging, and new students' suits of various prices are available.

In addition to all kinds of bedding, even toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, washbasin and bucket are available.

He picked the cheapest set and carried it back to the dormitory.

There are eight people in the dormitory, plus he has reached five. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the marker he put on the bed was still in place. He didn't want to use Zhang Qiang's hard-to-fight method.

After all, a dormitory needs to stay together for so long.

Seeing the first day of the new year came in, several roommates who were chatting about the sky stopped and looked at him together.

This kind of scene made the first day of the junior high school very nervous. He put the things in his hands on the table and was silent for a while before he said: "My name is the first day of junior high."

"Hu Biao." A fat black boy nodded at him.

The other boy leaning on the lower bunk did not speak and stared at the phone.

"That's Su Bin," Hu Biao helped introduce him, then turned to look at Li Ziqiang and Zhang Qiang, "Have you seen it?"

"See, it's over." said the first day.

Although someone was talking in the room before, it is estimated that the atmosphere is not warm, but now he came in and there was no voice.

At the beginning, I took apart the things I just bought, and put the basins and buckets next to the cabinet. When he took the bedding and prepared to go to the upper store to clean up, Su Bin glanced at him: "Are you stuttering?"

This question made the first day of junior high school a little embarrassed and suddenly depressed.

He always felt that as long as he changed to a new environment, everything would pass, but he forgot that there were some things he couldn't get rid of.

"Yeah." He responded and climbed to the upper bunk.

"This is the first time I saw a living body stuttering," Su Bin added, "Don't infect us."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned while holding the board.

This feeling of inferiority, embarrassment, or anger is very uncomfortable. I wanted to be patient and get along well with my classmates, but it was suppressed in an instant.

"Then, we have something to talk about," he said, "I also saw life for the first time. I was stupid and stupid."

"Fuck," Su Bin jumped out of the bed, "I didn't hear clearly, would you say it again?"

"He said you are a living stupid," Li Ziqiang also jumped off the upper bunk and walked to Su Bin, "Is it clear?"

Li Ziqiang is very tall and strong, standing in front of Su Bin and he has grown up a whole circle.

Su Bin probably depends on people when he speaks. When Li Ziqiang waited for him to say the next sentence, he silently turned around, took the toothbrush and towel, went into the toilet, and closed the door.

"It's still more expensive." Li Ziqiang patted the edge of the bed on the first day of the first year, then turned and climbed back to the upper bunk.

"Brother Qiang is right. A dormitory is the best way for everyone to be friendly and united." Hu Biao said.

Li Ziqiang and Zhang Qiang looked at him together.

"Which of you are older?" Hu Biao asked.

So the two had a birthday, and Li Zi had been strong for three months.

"Brother Daqiang is right. A dormitory is best for everyone to be harmonious," Hu Biao repeated, "To unite."

"You have a good memory," Zhang Qiang said, "not a word."

"Brother Xiaoqiang, you have a good memory," Hu Biao said. "You can hear it all the same twice."

Several people were happy.

Li Ziqiang stretched his waist and lay down: "Almost everyone will be there tomorrow. I don't know what the three other people are like."

"It seems to be a local?" Zhang Qiang said.

"What school do the locals live in?" Li Ziqiang said.

"Maybe live far away," Hu Biao said. "Besides, how free it is to live on campus, my parents can't control it."

Parents can't control it anymore.

I made the bed on the first day of the new year and lay down, looking at the ceiling.

Mom and Dad didn't care about it.

He left home at six in the morning, and it was almost ten in the evening. Even Coach He and Xiaolin had asked him about his situation, but they never received a call from home.

He turned over to face the wall, although he had expected this to happen, he was still somewhat sad.

It was the first time he traveled far away, and he went to school in a strange city alone, but the attitude of his family made him feel that he did not exist at all.

The back is empty.

There is no family, no friends, only one Yan Hang, but he still doesn't know what will happen.

On the first day of the new year, I suddenly felt a little hot in my eye sockets and slightly sour nose.

He quickly pinched his nose and rubbed it.

Su Bin stayed in the toilet for a long time. Zhang Qiang urinated urgently. He kicked the door twice before he finally came out.

"Constipation, you." Zhang Qiang said.

Su Bin sneered and went back to his bed to lie down.

Except for him, everyone else used the toilet very quickly, and took only a few minutes to take a bath. I was very moved on the first day of the new year. Usually at home, his grandma can force him to go to the public toilet.

After washing, he lay back on the bed and took out his phone.

I took a look at the Xiao Li BBQ I took today, and compared it with Yan Hang's. The angle was almost exactly the same. He was very satisfied and posted the photo to Moments.

But set up privacy.

-Xiaotian brother got the same barbecue get

There are still two days left to study military training. In the morning, several people in the dormitory stayed in bed.

He was the first one to get up and clean up on the first day of the junior high. He had a full schedule today. He was familiar with the school environment in the morning and went around around the neighborhood. After lunch, he went out to find a place to work.

After he bought the tickets and paid the various fees, there was not much left. Thanks to coach He's money, he still had time to find a job.

For dinner, he planned to go to a fast food restaurant opposite to Xiao Li’s barbecue. When he looked at the map before, he found out that the fast food restaurant is very cheap, and the sign at the door says 13 yuan for braised pork rice.

I don't know if there is any price increase now.

After eating, he planned to find a place on the opposite street to see if he could meet Yan Hang.

"Where to go?" Li Ziqiang asked, lying on the upper bunk.

"Turn around." said the first day.

"Where to turn?" Li Ziqiang asked again.

"...Outside," the first day of the year replied.

"Oh." Li Ziqiang nodded, then lay back.

"This conversation between you two is really nonsense and classic." Hu Biao lay his arm on the bed for a long time having fun.

"Do you come back at noon?" Li Ziqiang thought about it and asked again.

"No." said the first day.

"What about the evening?" Li Ziqiang continued.

"What's the matter with you, what's the matter?" The first day of junior high school was a little helpless.

"Get together for a meal," Li Ziqiang said, "I'll be a brother from now on, don't you have to drink and eat?"

"Oh," Chu Yi was stunned, he basically had no chance to get along with his classmates, and he didn't know if this was a necessary procedure, "then..."

"Wait for everyone," Zhang Qiang said, "Now there are five people, it's not interesting."

"Brother Xiaoqiang makes sense." Hu Biao nodded.

"Four." Li Ziqiang glanced at Su Bin who was playing on his mobile phone.

"Then I... go out," said the first day of the month.

"Turn slowly." Li Ziqiang yawned.

I am in a good mood today on the first day.

The students in the dormitory, except for Su Bin, are not as difficult to get along with as they seem at first.

The school is very big with many trees.

There are several courses.

They also have a large field for auto repair professionals and some broken cars.

The weather today is also good, and the air is a bit moist than at home.

Exhale and inhale.

The sea~~~ah the sea~~~ is where I live~~~

He is indeed very earthy. The first song in his mind about the sea is actually the song that grandma always loves to sing...

I got up late in the morning, so the morning passed after a short time in school and around.

He casually found a small shop and ate a bowl of noodles, and started his job hunting plan in the afternoon.

Jobs are not so easy to find. He knows very well that, especially for him, he has no experience and can only work part-time as a student, and it is difficult to speak. There must be no one who needs to communicate with others.

One afternoon, he first asked all the shops around the school that were posted to recruit workers, and then drove to Xiao Li's barbecue, and then searched for everything he could find in the surrounding area.

In the end, only one job was found to distribute flyers.

However, the location is very good. It can be issued at the entrance of the supermarket opposite to Xiao Li’s barbecue. The salary can be paid daily, but because it starts in the afternoon, it only costs half a day.

On the first day of the junior high school, I thought it was a good deal, and I could make some money in Yan Hang's time.

He and a girl went to the gate of the supermarket holding a large bag of flyers, one person in charge.

This job is very easy for the first year of junior high school. It is best if someone picks it up. It doesn't matter if they don't, and he doesn't feel anything when he rolls his eyes.

Until it got dark, he didn't know how many flyers he had distributed. In short, he still had them in his hand. While watching Xiao Li's barbecue on the other side of the road, he handed flyers to those passing by him.

Xiao Li’s barbecue business is really good, and he sat at several tables when he arrived.

The uncle was busy living happily.

I don't know if Yan Hang will come to have a barbecue today, whether he will come to have dinner now, or to have supper at night, whether he will come alone or with friends.

Come with friends.

After a pause in the first day of the new year, I suddenly felt a sense of loss.

friend?

Yan Hang said that he has no friends, but ordinary people would not go alone to eat barbecue.

Yan Hang used to eat barbecue with Uncle Yan... What about now?

Buy it alone and eat it?

It doesn't feel like Yan Hang's style, so who did he eat with?

Yes.

Why did Yan Hang come here?

Is it because there are people you know here?

Or... Is Yan Hang still here?

On the first day of the new year, he raised his head and felt a panic.

My hands trembled when I handed the flyer to the person next to me.

"I'm all out," the man next to him took the flyer, and was on the phone while reading it. "Can't you eat anything else? Lasagna?"

The first day of the month froze suddenly.

He couldn't catch his breath, his heartbeat was completely out of rhythm, and his head was banging so loudly that he couldn't move, his head couldn't move, his shoulders couldn't move, and his arms couldn't lift up.

Only the eyeballs can move.

He followed the voice and looked over.

Saw the hand holding the flyer.

The fingers are slender, slightly thin, and the joints are clear but not obtrusive.

What a beautiful hand.

In this world, at least in his world, there is only one person with such a beautiful hand.

This voice, this hand.

Yan Hang.

"Well, I'll just buy it in a while," Yan Hang didn't notice him, still looking at the flyer in his hand, "Well, milk tea? I don't drink it. If you want to drink it, I will bring you...well, baked rice chant……"

baked rice.

The baked rice made by Yan Hang is very delicious.

Who is Yan Hang going to cook for?

Who did he live with?

His new friend?Or an old friend?

I don't know why, the first day of the junior high school is suddenly very depressed.

Find a true one-on-one English teacher for your child.

Yan Hang folded the flyer and stuffed it into his pocket, preparing to throw it away later.

When he turned around and was about to go to the milk tea shop to bring Cui Yi a cup of milk tea, he suddenly realized that the person who handed him the flyer was still standing by.

Motionless.

The flyers were distributed in this state, and the pile in his hand was distributed until midnight.

Yan Hang walked over to the milk tea shop.

Halfway through the street, he frowned and glanced back.

The person who just distributed the flyer...

He just glanced casually and barely looked at his face, but now he always thinks that the person looks like the first year of junior high.

But thinking about it, I feel something is wrong.

How could it be possible to come here to distribute flyers on the first day of the junior high school, and the person who distributed the flyers... he looked over, and the person was still standing there, head down.

Yan Hang felt that he might be really sick.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the man was in the first year of junior high. He didn't even see his face, but he still felt that the whole person felt very similar.

There was a horn next to him, and Yan Hang returned to his senses and stood in the middle of the road.

After hesitating, he turned to the supermarket door and walked over.

Obviously knowing that this cannot be the first year of the middle school, it is impossible to be here on the first day of the middle school, and it is even more impossible to run here to distribute flyers, and even more unlikely is... this person is much taller than the first day of the middle school, how can he be 1.73 meters tall. The appearance of July Fourth... But he still wanted to go over and take another look.

When he was about to walk onto the sidewalk, the man suddenly turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Yan Hang was stunned.

The man walked in a hurry, and he took great steps.

But it's okay not to walk. After this walk, Yan Hang almost didn't believe his eyes. The walking posture was almost exactly the same as that of the first day!

Without thinking about it, he pulled his leg forward and chased forward, shouting at the back of the man: "The first day of the middle school!"

The man paused and did not look back.

But a second later, he yanked his leg and ran forward.

Yan Hang was shocked to see him running for twenty meters before he remembered to chase him.

It's the first year of junior high school.

It's the first year!

Running with the first year of the junior high school every day, he is so familiar with how this kid runs.

Yan Hang carried a bag of vegetables he had just bought after a few steps after chasing after a few steps, and felt that it was too much trouble, so he simply threw the bag into the flower garden next to it.

"First year of junior high school!" He shouted again as he ran.

The first hand who was running with the flyers in front of him also threw the flyers aside, running like he was about to be chased and killed.

are you crazy!

Yan Hang was speechless.

He didn't want to continue yelling on the street, so he could only grit his teeth and speed up his pace, but what he wore today was not a pair of running shoes but a pair of fucking casual shoes.

And I haven't seen the first day of the first year in a year. This kid runs like a gust of wind. The key is that he is still wearing running shoes. Yan Hang can even tell from the green circle of the upper that this is his original pair of NB.

Was here on the first day?

Are you still handing out flyers?

Has it grown so tall?

Has it changed so much?

Actually... ran so fast!

Yan Hang has always been quite confident in his running speed and explosive power. Although he ran like flying in the first year of the junior high school, he was wearing running shoes today and he could still catch up.

But it's not a running shoe!

"Fuck you uncle." Yan Hang took out a folding knife from his pocket and slammed it on the shoulder of Chu Yi.

The knife hit the shoulder blade on the first day of the new year.

It didn't affect his running, but it shocked him.

Yan Hang saw him jump suddenly, and while turning his head, he touched his back with his backhand.

"Standing!" Yan Hang roared.

Taking advantage of the moment of a daze on the first day of the first day, he finally rushed to the first day of the day, raised his foot and kicked up the ass of the first day of the day: "I will let you fucking run!"

On the first day of the new year, he staggered and hit a tree by the roadside.

Yan Hang went over and grabbed his arm.

But unexpected scenes suddenly appeared.

On the first day of the year, he twisted his arm and broke free from his hand.

This strength and skill surprised him.

For a moment he wondered if he had really admitted the wrong person.

Turning around and wanting to run on the first day of the junior high school, he quickly grabbed the wrist of the first day of the junior high school and twisted it hard behind his back.

"Speak." He held his back on the first day of the junior high school.

"Say what?" The voice was very low in the first grade.

Yan Hang stared at his profile: "It's really you..."